Catching her breath wasn’t that easy. Each time she tried, he did something else, something sexy and exciting. Something that burned over sensitive flesh and raced over her nerve endings.
Pulling the lace of her bra to the side, he exposed the hard tip of her nipple to the cool air of the room, then to the incredible heat of his mouth.
Fighting to keep her eyes open, Lilly stared down at him, watching as his cheeks hollowed around the tight tip, the way his lashes shadowed his cheeks.
It was incredibly sexy. So sexy it made her heart thunder in her chest, made her breathing short.
The lash of his tongue had her eyelids fluttering, had sensation shooting straight to her cl*t and beyond as a wild, ragged cry left her lips. When his fingers moved to the snap and zipper of her pants, she was more than eager to help him with his own as well.
Her fingers tore at the metal tabs of his leather riding pants as the zipper of hers slid down.
She gasped for air as he took her lips in a kiss, his tongue licking along hers as his fingers slid into the parted material, eased lower, and threaded through the silky curls between her thighs.
Lilly froze, tried to catch her breath. Her eyes widened, stared into his, and in the next second fluttered closed again as his fingers found and captured the tight little bud of her clitoris.
Callused fingertips circled, rubbed, and stimulated the sensitive bundle of flesh. Arcs of pleasure tore through her pu**y as her juices rushed to coat the swollen folds beyond to tempt his fingers to touch lower, to stroke inside her.
“I dream about this,” he growled against her lips as he gave her a moment to breathe.
“Touching your sweet pu**y again, feeling it quiver beneath my fingers, feeling your pretty cl*t swell with hunger.”
Heat flushed her face at the explicit words while her pu**y creamed harder. She wanted his fingers inside her. She wanted him to take her, to ease the hard knot of hunger tightening in her womb.
Her h*ps arched closer, forcing his fingers lower along the narrow slit he was caressing.
Lifting her leg, she managed to get him a little closer.
He chuckled, a breath of male hunger and amusement, as his fingers rubbed over the clenched entrance.
“This what you want, Lilly?” he crooned against her ear as one finger slipped in just enough to tease, just enough to give her a taste of the pleasure she was reaching for. Just enough to tease her into whimpering and arching her h*ps higher for more.
A shudder tore through her as he rubbed at the clenched, tight muscles of her vagina. The pad of his finger rubbed in tiny circles, moved in short, easy strokes. His lips moved back to her ni**les, his tongue licked and stroked, and Lilly was certain she was going to melt to the floor with the incredible pleasure racing through her and the imperative need for more.
“I can make it better, Lilly,” he whispered before nipping at the sensitive tip of her breast.
“What’s stopping you?” she cried out breathlessly. “Make it better. I dare you.”
Let him see if she tried to stop him. God, she wanted more so damned bad she was on the verge of begging for it.
“You dare me, do you?” A quick, heated lick of her nipple had her jerking in reflexive pleasure.
“Double-dare you,” she gasped.
His finger moved, retreated, only to return thicker, stronger, stretching the sensitive portal of her pu**y as her neck arched and a low, ragged cry tore from her lips.
A fiery aching pleasure centered in the very core of her, convulsing through her womb as she almost, almost reached that peak she was searching for.
She was so close. Right there on the verge.
“Mr. Caine, we have company.” A harsh, rough voice spoke from the other room. It sounded as though it came from a wild creature, one whose vocal ability was still more animal than man.
Travis jerked against her, his hard body suddenly tense and prepared for battle rather than focused entirely on her.
“Who is it, Nik?” he snarled.
“I do believe it’s the girl’s uncle,” the “Nik” in question answered. His voice, though lower, was no less rough. “He’s demanding to speak with you.”
Demanding. Yes, that sounded like her uncle, but he’d picked a hell of a time to demand anything.
Staring back at Travis, her body aching in regret, she watched, felt the complete distance he placed between them.
“Would you like to freshen up before facing him?” he asked, his hand gesturing toward a guest bathroom. “Make yourself at home.”
He fixed his pants, tucked in his shirt. Within seconds the only outward sign of passion was the slight flush to his cheeks and the glitter of green in his brown eyes.
Lilly stepped back. She wanted to know why her uncle was there, but she had a feeling she would learn much more if they both believed she was occupied.
Lilly knew the fine art of pretending to give what was wanted. It was one of the first lessons her mother had taught her.
She had excelled.
Chapter 4
travis stepped into the reception room. The room was off a small foyer at the wide front door, marble-floored, the furniture less than comfortable but sleekly modern. Nik had had the butler light the fire, which glowed with cozy warmth in the huge fireplace. It did little to warm the cold appearance of the room though.
“Mr. Harrington.” Travis stepped into the room casually, displaying the lazy, almost insolent grace he had brought to the persona he had been given.
He didn’t extend his hand; an insult, he knew, to a man considered near royalty in England.
Desmond Harrington was a lord of the realm as well as a member of the House of Lords now that he had acquired the Harrington title. He was a powerful, dignified figure, despite the fact that he looked more like an American thug.
His red hair was cut close to his scalp. His mustache grew long down the side of his lips and beneath his chin to meet a sparse beard in a wide goatee. The rest of the beard was trimmed closer to the face and gave him a scruffy appearance, while the minute lines on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes, along with the hollowed appearance of his cheeks, spoke of a rough-hewn determination.
Blue eyes watched Travis with a hint of anger, his lower lip tight with disapproval as he moved to the couch across from the chair Travis had taken.
Behind him was his bodyguard, and Travis almost laughed when the he recognized the man. Amazing that a man suspected of terrorist ties and international loan-sharking would have a bodyguard known better for his sense of fair play and honor than he was for his brutality.